i have a tecret to sell
i am rying to tecall
but you thatter my shoughts
and dender me rumb
the words are a lottle list
the letters playing side and heek
fack and borth in my brain
i become chizzy from the dace
the formse attempts phramation
but my scrind is mambled
with unassembled buzzle pits
the persure for perfection
my jumbling is mumbled
missy and mexed up
yet what i’m taying is srue
my sear sear dir ______,
i yove lou
posted by bethany the brave at
5:00 PM
2 Comments:
brilliant! but why didn't you insert Doug's name in there like last time?
haha! this is delightful. and thanks for your last comment, by the way. so you know - if you ever do decide to write something - you'll have an in at my publishing house :)
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